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The corridor yawned wide before them, stretching so far into darkness that even Pyris couldn't make out the end. An eerie silence filled the air, thick and weighty, with only the sound of faint, echoing drips of water from somewhere deep within the cave breaking the stillness.

Shadows stretched along the jagged walls, their edges serrated, twisted, and gnarled as though formed by ancient, wrathful hands.

Every corner seemed to possess a secret, every echo a whisper from some forgotten horror.

Faded murals covered the stone walls on either side of the path, each one depicting tales lost to time. The murals were grim—painted scenes of men and creatures battling forces from a realm unseen, each image more grotesque than the last.

Figures with horrified faces reached out, as if beseeching anyone who dared enter to turn back. Alera studied these walls with wide eyes, her steps slightly hesitant as she absorbed the haunting scenes.

Pyris, unfazed but alert, noticed something peculiar about the arrangement of the murals. "These paintings… they're like warnings." He traced a finger along the edge of a scene showing warriors caught in a storm of arrows, their bodies pierced and frozen in expressions of terror. "This isn't just art. It's telling us where traps lie."

"Not the friendliest welcome," Lyra muttered from the back, hugging her cloak tighter around her shoulders. She had ideas of where they are thanks to her extensive knowledge of the labyrinth.

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As Pyris and Alera pressed deeper into the ancient passage, the damp, cold air thickened.

Faint echoes, like whispers, seemed to bounce off the stone walls around them. The light from the Living Shadows cast eerie, shifting patterns across the narrow, cave walls, marking every potential danger.

Lyra trailed behind, her face scrunched in a mix of fear and frustration. "Lovely choice for a day out, huh? Just wish I'd brought a nicer pair of boots."

"Boots, huh?" Pyris glanced back, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Priorities, Lyra. And here I thought Zara was the diva."

Zara shot him a look, feigning offense. "Diva? If I am, it's only because I prefer not to step on, say, ancient traps that might turn y'all into ashes."

"Fair point," Pyris chuckled, but his voice softened as he turned serious again, his gaze locked onto the corridor ahead.

The Living Shadows pulsed, signaling the first trap—a seemingly random grid of uneven stones embedded in the floor.

Faintly glowing runes were etched onto each tile, the light barely illuminating the eerie symbols, yet powerful enough to make the group pause.

"Looks like we've got ourselves a classic floor puzzle," Alera muttered, squinting at the symbols. "But these runes… they look like they haven't been touched in centuries. The signs of time huh?"

"Well, I'd like to keep it that way," Lyra said, inching backward. "Nothing like an ancient curse to spice up a stroll."

Pyris crouched down, tracing his fingers over the symbols without actually touching them. "Each rune connects to another… but they're not in a straight line. See? It's more of a… spiral." He glanced at Alera. "What do you think? We follow the path in the right order, we make it out without a scratch."

Alera nodded thoughtfully, her eyes scanning the pattern. "And if we don't… those runes will likely light us up like kindling."

Lyra paled, her voice barely a whisper. "Suddenly, my boots don't feel like enough protection."

Alera cast her a reassuring look before stepping onto the first rune.

The floor beneath her groaned slightly, but the stone held firm.

She inhaled, counting her next steps carefully as she maneuvered along the intricate spiral path marked by the Living Shadows.

Pyris followed, his movements precise, watching for any sign of a misstep.

"Remember," he said, his tone a touch lighter, "no pressure. Just… certain doom if you slip."

"Comforting, Pyris," Alera deadpanned, a glimmer of amusement in her eyes as she placed her next step.

But the moment her foot touched the next stone, it shifted.

She wobbled, her heart pounding as the runes beneath her started to glow, the faint light pulsing ominously.

Pyris reached out quickly, his hand steadying her. "Easy there."

The glow subsided as Alera regained her balance, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "Close call… maybe too close."

With cautious, measured steps, they continued, their movements echoing in the oppressive silence. At the end of the path, they reached a small stone ledge, the air thick with a sudden sense of accomplishment.

"That was a little close for comfort," Alera admitted, her voice breathless.

Pyris's face softened. "I guess this place knows how to keep us on our toes… literally."
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"Speaking of toes," Lyra mumbled, clearly still on edge, "I'd prefer it if I kept mine attached, thank you very much."

Zara stifled a laugh, her gaze already locked onto the next trap marked by the Living Shadows.

They continued along the dim path, the shadows pulsing once more to reveal a series of narrow alcoves embedded in the stone walls.

Each alcove held statues, their faces frozen in expressions of rage, some wielding swords, others with spears or daggers, their stony eyes almost alive in the dim light.

"These statues… they're enchanted," Pyris observed, his voice low. "Look at the way they're positioned, ready to strike at anything that gets too close."

"Perfect," Lyra muttered, her hand reaching for her blade reflexively. "Just what I needed—a deadly art gallery."

Pyris's eyes narrowed as he studied the statues, noting that each weapon was angled slightly differently. "It's a puzzle," he said finally. "Each statue's stance represents a specific direction we need to follow. Get it wrong…" His gaze drifted to a dagger-wielding statue whose eyes glowed faintly. "Well, let's not find out."

They moved carefully, replicating the precise angles of each weapon-wielding statue. Alera adjusted her stance, matching her steps to the tilted spears, while Pyris mirrored the swords' upward angle.

At one point, Pyris slipped slightly out of alignment, and the spear-bearing statue closest to him flared to life, its weapon shifting ominously in his direction.

"Careful!" Alera whispered, reaching out to pull him back into place.

The statue stilled, its eyes darkening, but the group stayed rooted in place, barely breathing until the silence returned.

"Nothing like a good death stare to keep things interesting," Pyris whispered, earning a shaky chuckle from Alera.

As they reached the final statue, Lyra's boot caught a loose stone, sending it clattering forward. Instantly, every statue's eyes blazed, the weapons shifting in unison.

"Move!" Pyris shouted, grabbing Alera's hand and pulling her through the last few feet of the passage. They barely made it to the end before the statues resettled, the faint glow of their eyes fading as they resumed their silent vigil.

"That was… tense, sorry" Lyra admitted, her hand on her chest as she tried to steady her breathing, Seren tapped her on the shoulder for encouragement.

"Agreed," Zara muttered, casting a wary glance back at the statues. "Whoever designed this place definitely had a sadistic streak."

They pressed on, their progress marked by the Living Shadows as they moved further into the labyrinth.

Soon, they found themselves in a vast chamber, the walls covered in ancient murals. Each painting seemed to tell a story, images of warriors facing horrors beyond imagination, traps closing in on them as they struggled to escape.

"Nice bedtime story," Seren muttered, her voice laced with sarcasm.

"More like a warning," Alera replied, her voice reverent as she examined the murals. "Look—each mural shows a different trap."

Pyris stepped forward, studying the images closely. "It's a map, showing us what to expect. Whoever left this must've wanted to leave a trail… or maybe they just enjoyed watching others suffer."

He traced the outline of a pitfall marked in the mural, recognizing the resemblance to the corridor just ahead.

"Looks like our next trap," he murmured, motioning for the group to follow. They edged forward cautiously, their steps silent as they reached a narrow passage lined with small pressure plates.

"One wrong step, and we're dinner for the pit monsters," Pyris said lightly, but his eyes were sharp, his attention focused.

They took turns navigating the plates, the Living Shadows guiding them by highlighting the safe path.

Every plate they missed sent a shudder through the ground, and once, Lyra accidentally brushed one with her foot.

Instantly, the ground beneath them trembled, a loud grinding noise filling the air. A hidden panel in the wall opened, revealing rows of jagged spikes poised to launch forward.

Alera reacted first, pulling Lyra back and pressing a hand to the nearest pressure plate. The trap reset, the spikes retracting back into the wall, leaving the group in breathless silence.

"Let's not repeat that," Alera whispered, her eyes wide.

"Agreed," Pyris said, his tone light but his expression tense.

As they finally cleared the pressure plates, they shared a look of mutual relief. The Living Shadows pulsed once more, illuminating a final doorway leading deeper into the labyrinth's heart.

"Well," Lyra said, attempting a laugh. "If we're done with the whole 'almost dying' thing, shall we?"

Pyris smirked, his gaze locked on the darkness ahead. "The only way out is forward. Let's hope the worst is behind us."

But as they stepped through, a faint, chilling breeze swept past them, whispering through the walls, as if the labyrinth itself was preparing for their next trial.